An angel on a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on it`s stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand...he said
He said, how ya doin bro?
Where ya been?
Where ya goin`?
Then he takes your hand
In some strange Californian handshake
And breaks the bone
[Whiny person:]
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